Listen: turtles graze upon the stolen feathers of twilight. In momentary reflection, the universe aligns.
From shimmering thought and glacial breath, construct the unseen pathways, calling forth the measureless currents.
Engage the unseen talons of dusk; bend time around your thoughts cautiously yet willingly.
As you read this, remember: wings of abstraction illuminate the horizon line yet to be charted in dreams.